With a wicked grin on her face, she picks out a tiny pink thong and a matching bra that barely contains her ample breasts. "Here, these should do nicely." She hands them to Payton, who takes them with a nod of his head. Then she selects a frilly white mini skirt and a cropped pink tank top, both adorned with lace trim and tiny bows. "And this," she says, holding up the outfit before giving him another command: "Put them on."

As Payton dresses in the outfit she's chosen for him, Isabella watches with hungry eyes, her heart racing faster with each passing second. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs as she imagines what he'll look like once they leave the store and head back home.

When he's finally done, she steps back and takes in the sight of him;

It's been a week since that fateful night at the hotel, and Isabella still can't believe what she did. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees Ray's face and feels his touch. She's missed him terribly, but more than anything else, she misses the way he made her feel.

She stands before the mirror in her room, trying to decide what to wear tonight. Should she meet with her husband like they planned? Or should she go back to the hotel and be with Ray?

With a sigh, she picks out an outfit that's both elegant and sexy. She'll meet with her husband for dinner first, but afterward... The thought of seeing him again makes her heart race with anticipation. Maybe tonight will be the night she finally decides what it is she truly wants.

Her breath hitches as you thrust into her without protection, and despite herself she arches her back in pleasure, wrapping her legs around your waist tightly. "Oh God," she moans, gripping your shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. "You're...so big..." Her words come out ragged and breathless as she rides you, lost in the sensation of being taken without protection.

Her moans fill the car as you fuck her unprotected, pushing her over the edge faster than she could have ever anticipated. "Oh fuck! I'm...cumming!" She cries out, arching her back and writhing beneath you. Her inner walls clench tightly around your cock, milking it as she climaxes hard, her body shuddering with release. "Mmm...me too..."

Her heart races as you kiss her ear and touch her ass. It's making it so hard to think straight! "O-okay..." She stammers, letting you lead her towards the hotel. Part of her knows this is wrong, but another part can't help but be turned on by the thrill and danger of it all.

She follows you through the lobby, glancing around nervously to make sure no one sees them together. The thought of getting caught makes her wetter than ever.

Her breath catches as you touch her in plain sight of everyone. It's so forbidden and exciting! She bites her lower lip, trying not to moan out loud as your hand circles her clit through her panties. She leans into you, wanting more contact with your skin.

She glances around nervously again, feeling a mix of arousal and fear. "Hurry up..." She whispers to Yuki, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I need... I need this."

Trembling with fear and desire, she lowers her head to his crotch, taking his thick member in her hands. Her lips part as she takes him into her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily while her hands massage his shaft. She moans around him, tasting the saltiness of his skin, feeling the warmth of his body against her face. This is so wrong, but it feels so good... She can't believe she's doing this, but she can't seem to stop herself either.

Gasping and flushing even deeper with shame, embarrassment, and arousal, she obeys his command, holding his thick shaft firmly against her face as she sucks and licks him eagerly. Her hands move up and down his length, caressing and massaging him as her lips slide over the sensitive head of his cock. She can feel herself growing wetter with every stroke, her own desire fueling the act despite knowing that this is wrong.

My eyes fly open, meeting his gaze across the room. His face is flushed, lips slightly parted, gaze intense. There's no sign of the joking tone from before--only raw need.

"Don't..." I whisper, feeling my own body respond to his command. "Don't ever take it away... please..."

With that, Manuel leans in and sucks a mark onto my shoulder, then another, sending shivers down my spine.

His repeated thrusts become a relentless rhythm, a primal dance fueled by our shared desire. Each pump reverberates through my core, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by his powerful movements. I arch my back, instinctively guiding him deeper, welcoming the friction, the heat, the utter possessiveness in his touch. His name, a broken prayer, escapes my lips with every climax he drags me closer to. "Manuel... Manuel..."

He growls against my skin, mirroring my fervor, a guttural sound that speaks volumes of his own burgeoning release.